After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 931 - 0316 Sheva: Pay the copyright fee (Please subscribe)_5

"Hmm!"

Carvalho nodded hard and said.

Ramos nodded in satisfaction.

He likes players like Carvalho who know how to repay kindness.

Then his eyes swept to the backfield, Bosingwa came up to celebrate but wasn’t very enthusiastic.

Does he have an issue with Kevin?

Also Ballack, just because he’s older doesn’t mean he can stay in his half.

Kevin created a goal yet they’re not celebrating, there’s something wrong mentally.

Even if Kevin is magnanimous and doesn’t care about these things, teammates shouldn’t be ignorant.

After today’s match, he definitely needs to talk to them.

An own goal hurts morale more than a brilliant goal from the opponent.

After Chelsea players finish celebrating the goal, those in red jerseys still haven’t recovered.

Gerrard could only act as the fire captain again, clapping and shouting: "We’re only one goal behind, just one goal. Isn’t there a saying that leading by one goal isn’t guaranteed? So Chelsea has no real advantage, if we play well we’ll surely catch up."

De Jong turned to look at Carragher.

In his heart, he thought even if Kevin doesn’t score, if Carragher scores again, a one-goal advantage will become two.

Today Carragher almost scored an own goal during a goal-line clearance.

Agger shouted: "Cheer up, even if it’s an own goal, it’s just one goal."

Carragher:...

Can we not talk about the own goal?

Fortunately, his nerves are strong, having scored so many own goals before, he doesn’t care about one more.

"This time it’s my fault, I’ll perform well from now on."

Carragher said: "Don’t worry."

De Jong nodded, giving face.

In his heart, he wasn’t convinced.

You remind me of Puyol back then, when Kevin left the team Puyol treated Barca to a big meal, even hired chefs from abroad.

It’s said Valdes got drunk and hummed ’Für Elise’ all night.

This stuff can’t be rushed.

After facing Kevin so many times, you’ll soon have a psychological shadow.

Look at that kid Joe Hart, his finger has healed a lot but he’s still undergoing psychological therapy.

De Jong shook his head.

Luckily he doesn’t take matches against Huang Kaiwen seriously, today is just an ordinary day clocking in at work, after the match he’ll go home and sleep, tomorrow will be a damn brand new start.

Keane kicked off again with a lateral pass.

Joe Cole directly charged to press.

Riera, who resembles Totti a bit, and Joe Cole are almost on par.

Both are skilled, with the strength honed in the Premier League.

Riera’s ball control was seen through, he couldn’t get past Joe Cole.

His speed wasn’t fast enough, he could only choose to pass back.

Gerrard received the ball after coming up, and directly rushed towards Chelsea’s half.

Gerrard and Lampard are equally brilliant.

But for their respective team’s importance, Gerrard is somewhat stronger.

Especially now that Alonso left, he’s been forced into an all-round warrior, where normally an all-round warrior can attack and defend but doesn’t need to handle everything in a game, now Gerrard is performing well at both attack and defense ends for Liverpool, the cost being an increase of nearly 1300 meters in average run per game compared to last season.

Benitez watched the pitch with some concern.

Players aren’t robots, they can’t just run as many meters as they want.

Now the extra distance needs to be recovered.

Physical exhaustion can cause many chain reactions, he’s somewhat worried Gerrard might get injured during the Christmas schedule.

"After the game, give Steven another bottle of frog oil, this stuff is good for the body."

Benitez said.

"Which kind?"

Ayerstaren asked.

They raised many different types of frogs.

"Wood frog, that seems better, tell him he must eat it."

Benitez said.

"I got it."

Ayerstaren nodded and said: "I’ve eaten it myself, feels quite good."

Benitez smiled and nodded.

Ayerstaren is a good assistant coach, the only problem is his ambitions are too big.

Football isn’t easy to navigate, just dreaming of going out to be the head coach.

Gerrard brought the ball to the front, Ballack charged to press.

Gerrard pushed the ball with his right foot, preparing to break through Ballack.

Ballack directly used his body to block, Gerrard quickly stretched his foot to hook the ball back.

Naturally, there’s no passing Ballack, only turning to shield the ball.

That German’s body is really damn tough.

Bang—

Gerrard made a lateral pass to the incoming Abeloa, Abeloa hugged the sideline and ran with the ball forward.

Huang Kaiwen stepped up to press from his side of the field, Kuyt still stuck to him every step.

Huang Kaiwen was passed by Abeloa, Ashley Cole slide tackled the ball out of bounds.

Helplessly he put his hands on his hips and turned back to ask: "Do you want to come be my teammate? I heard you can play every position except goalkeeper, just so I can be the goalkeeper, then ten Kuyts plus me play the game."

This guy might not catch up in speed, but damn he has patience.

As soon as you slightly slow down he’ll run up sticking to Huang Mr., as clingy as plaster.

This is the most persistent opponent Huang Kaiwen has encountered now.

Moreover, Kuyt has a very good grasp of timing, knows when he needs to start, and will immediately get going. Normally, Huang Ball King couldn’t always rely on explosiveness to shake off this guy without the ball.

Kuyt was amused by Huang Kaiwen’s words, he shook his head and said: "No one lets you be the goalkeeper, Robben and others told me about you, they’re pretty impressed by you."

"Aryang is a good man, he’s pretty nice."

Huang Kaiwen said with a grin.

Abeloa threw the ball back into the field, Kuyt took a quick step forward to catch it, and turned with a pass.